Let us go now, you and I…there’s no one fuckable at this party.
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I celebrate myself and sing myself, and what I assume you shall assume, for I am right about everything and I’m tired of pretending otherwise just to be polite.
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This is just to say that I have eaten the food that was in the icebox, and that you were probably expecting to last the month. Forgive me – I cannot help it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
Oh, Christ! — I’m gonna die a virgin!
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I…I’m still staring at them.
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Do not go driving into that good night –
You’re old now, Dad, and have poor eyesight.
And I can’t drive you, because I am blotto.
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Five years have passed; five summers with the length of five long winters! And that’s how long I’m going to make this poem.
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty – that is all ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know. And I already know it, which makes you wonder where I’ll go from here.
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Shalott. Shalott Shalott Shalott Shalott Shalott Shalott Shalott. Shalott. Shalott Shalott.
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Quoth the Raven, ‘BRAWK!’
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‘TWAS BRILLIG AND THE SLITHY TOVES DID GYRE AND GIMBLE IN THE WABE!!!!!!!!!! I’m brilliant! And who cares if I like to have tea parties with little girls? That’s just who I am! …Why are you looking me like that???
Oh, you’re chessmen. I am totally talking to chessmen. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!!!! Come, Alice, and bring the kittens! Follow me as I leap into Looking-Glass Land!!! (smash, shatter, bleeding)
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